Love is sick and twisted

This thing makes me feel like I never existed

What is love anywyay? 

The thing that makes my heart every day?

Can anyone, anything, take this pain away?

They say love is a good thing, that it makes you happy

But so far it's made me feel sad and crappy

I don't want to be in love and here's why:

Loving this guy isn't as simple as pie

He takes my heart, but doesn't handle it with care

And this thought gives my mind a huge scare

Yet I give it back to him every time

Man, I swear I'd do anything for him at the drop of a dime

So yeah, love, I hate that thing

It haunts me year long; winter, fall, summer, spring

And so I retire my pen with a sickening sigh 

As this thing we call love causes me to slowly die